the vegetable thief strikes again

I've mentioned before that Gravy really likes vegetables.

Evidently, he especially likes them if they are:
   a) homegrown, and
   b) stolen.

Yesterday, Larry and I spent the day working on the yard, and I tore all the failed plants out of the garden (including the massive zucchini plant that grew so large it blocked the sun and subsequently killed all the other plants. In return, it provided me with a measly two zucchini throughout the whole summer).

One of the recent casualties was my green, supposed to be red (according to the Home Depot tag), bell pepper. Two days ago it was big and healthy and I was still hoping it would turn red...

Then tragedy struck (which seems to be a common theme with my garden):

I don't know if it fell over from natural causes or if a critter hastened its demise. So I set the pepper on the patio chaise while I continued with my yard work.

Later on, I looked out the living room window and saw this:

"I'll just take it over here..."

I went outside to confront the thief with the evidence...
"What is it, Mom? Can I eat it? Is this a trick?!"

"Let me just have a taste."

CHOMP!

"I eat it now."



He ate every last bit of it, seeds and all.
I predict lots of green, supposed to be red, bell peppers growing in our yard next year...